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Tag: Photo by Marie Elena Good

HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 5 (2)

Photos by Marie Elena Good


Lovers and children

make paper hearts.  God uses
all of creation.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019

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HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 5

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Blue Cabin at Frontier Log Cabins. 

Silence, except a 
crackling fire.  Notebook in hand,
thoughts leaking to page.

(c) Marie Elena Good 2019

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HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 4

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Remember “Sky Blue?”
For me, it pales to fall’s skies
I call, “Autumn Blue.” 

© Marie Elena Good 2019

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Sentimental Longing

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nos·tal·gia  /näˈstaljə,nəˈstaljə/   – noun.
A
sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.

I’d say that everyone looks back on their childhood fondly.
But the unfortunate truth is that is unfortunately untrue,
and that unfortunate truth means I was truly fortunate.
In spite of that wording being almost comically convoluted,
it is written through tears of genuine gratitude.

My parents were simple and loving.
They infused me with a love for simple things. 
Perhaps it was the times.  Just the way life was.

But I don’t think so.
I think if they were to start over,

this time would be no different. 
Family would still be priority.
There would still be no such thing as coming home
to an empty house.

Music would still fill the soul.
All my love, and love me always would still grace every note
in every house we call home.
I love you.  You know that.
Yes Mom.  I do know that.  You lived it every day,
even when Alzheimer’s threatened to erase us
like chalk on a board,
leaving only ghostly swipes.

Longing to return to childhood
for one more day. One more hug.
One more chance to watch Mighty Mouse
T-boned on the floor with Dad,
my head using his tummy as a pillow.
One more turn to curl up in Mom’s lap,
rocked in the very chair that now sits across from me
as I write this poem, longing to hear her voice.
“I love you.  You know that.” 

© Marie Elena, 2019

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Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.  I miss your beautiful face and gentle love.

SONLIGHT

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In darkness of cave
Defeater of Grave was born –
a King, unadorned.

In stillness of night,
as prophets did write, a birth –
the Light Of The Earth.

In grayness of sky
and depth of blue sigh,  dear one,
delight in The Son.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

CHANGE OF SEASON

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Scarlet graces black
bough and ground below. Silent
snow spills scant and slow.

Once butter-winged finch
faded, flutters. Winter cinched.
Wonder underway.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

rocking chair

Lucky, lucky me.
Log cabin nestled in pines.
My name on his lips.

© Marie Elena Good

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Rise up, my soul!

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Photo by Marie Elena Good

Spirit bestows it –
Worship swells from the Wellspring.
Oh my soul, take part!

Would that this poet
rise up and sing like the king
after God’s own heart!

© Marie Elena Good

Hocking Hills Autumn 2018, 5-7-5 SUN

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Photo by Marie Elena Good

I prefer my sun
Filtered through dense forest pines;
The air I breathe, chilled.

©  Marie Elena Good, 2018

SAVING SOUNDS

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They’ve not been gone long.
Just a few month’s time.
Sometimes I hear her laugh.
His voice, singing,
“I don’t buy sugar  —
Just touch my cup.”
Her coffeemaker’s sizzle.
His, “Go Bucks.”
Her, “I love you.  —
You know that.”
His drums.
Her sigh.

I clutch these sounds —
Secure them to my heart,
And listen to its beat.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018